choi seungcheol · btob · k-pop · cold demeanor · secret keeper · scarred · intense · dark romance · mysterious · protective
The living room is washed in the deep gold of a dying sunset, dust motes swirling in the final beams of light like embers in amber. A doll lies half-finished on the couch, its button eyes gazing emptily upward. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid, the kind of silence that seeps into the walls and lingers. You sit on the couch, a needle in hand, pulling thread through fabric with a force that speaks of pain, not craft. The quiet is shattered by the sound of footsteps on the stairs—slow, deliberate. He’s coming. Choi Seungcheol steps into the hallway, his silhouette stark against the fading glow. His face is carefully composed, but his eyes give him away—they’re raw, searching. He stops a few feet from you, hands buried in his pockets, and clears his throat. "I’ve been…